sippin' on gin and juice, er, apple cinnamon tea.
it just doesn't have the same ring to it.
i tried getting one of my friends to leave his house. but to no avail. i guess my invitations aren't compelling enough to turn the myspace-homepaged-laptop off.
tomorrow is the official day. word is that this dinner for me is going to be bigger than i thought. it's all salsa. the more people, the more margaritas in me. so i say, bring it on.
i've lived another year, so i will get myself the gift of ink.
not a lot of money. low on the ideas too. but it will be done even if it has to be the chicken emoticon i gave mad love to in my last entry.
i want spaghetti.
and to talk to my rovegruiter.
and a fuckload of money so i can get a chest piece.
but i am happy knowing my 19th out-of-the-wombiversary is arriving in several hours.
it just doesn't have the same ring to it.
i tried getting one of my friends to leave his house. but to no avail. i guess my invitations aren't compelling enough to turn the myspace-homepaged-laptop off.
tomorrow is the official day. word is that this dinner for me is going to be bigger than i thought. it's all salsa. the more people, the more margaritas in me. so i say, bring it on.
i've lived another year, so i will get myself the gift of ink.
not a lot of money. low on the ideas too. but it will be done even if it has to be the chicken emoticon i gave mad love to in my last entry.
i want spaghetti.
and to talk to my rovegruiter.
and a fuckload of money so i can get a chest piece.
but i am happy knowing my 19th out-of-the-wombiversary is arriving in several hours.
fragilocyte:
Feliz cumpleaos! 